My Mysterious Girl

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"No Zoe, I don't care. It is over." I say and close my locker door.

"Whatever." She spits. "I'll be with someone else by lunch." She says and walks away with her pink high heels clicking on the white floor.

I sigh and go into the boy's bathroom. I look in the mirror and sigh.

I know I am not unattractive. If I was Zoe would have never gone out with me. I would say I am pretty average. My dark brown hair is the type of wavy that makes it look constantly messy. It usually hangs on my forehead as I am too lazy to do anything to it. It complements my lightly tanned skin tone and green eyes well.

I keep myself in good shape as working out lets me clear my head. The repetitiveness of running on a treadmill or lifting weights helps me disconnect. I have been told I have a strong jawline and I would agree. I am also fairly tall, about six foot four. My style is jeans and a t-shirt, nothing special unless it is a band tee.

My name is Harry and I have no clue about anything. I just go with it, People consider me popular but I have no close friends. Sure I talk to a few people but outside of school I am a loner apart from Alex, he is a year older than me and goes to a different school, he tries to get me to go out but I rarely do.

"Harry?" A voice asks as I leave the bathroom. I turn on my heel.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Can you go to the office and get a medical note?" My teacher asks as she helps a very ill girl to the girl's bathroom next door.

"Sure." I say and walk away just as I hear the familiar sound of vomiting behind me. I shudder and walk faster to the office.

I open the double doors and I head to the reception desk.

"Hey Carol, Ms Davis needs a medical note." I tell the receptionist.

"Ok, one moment dear." She says and walks into the back room.

"No mum, it doesn't matter." I hear a voice say from my right, the only room there is the head teachers.

"Are you sure? I can go home and get it." The smartly dressed woman says as she closes the door.

"I wouldn't call that place home." She spits. "Take me back to London." The girl says and folds her arms as she leans on the wall.

She is fairly tall compared to the other girls here. Her hair is very a long and wavy brown, but the wavy that is uniform and neat, unlike mine. Her eyes are a piercing greenish blue. She is from what I can tell fairly fit but she has soft curves.

"You know I can't do that sweetie." Her mum says sadly. The girl puts her hair up in a ponytail and swings her bag on her shoulder, looking down to avoid her mum's gaze. Carol gives me the medical note and I take it.

"I'll see you at home." The girl says. I walk back through the double doors and I hear them open again a moment later. I look behind me and see the girl taking out her timetable. I smile when I see her led zeppelin top. He looks up so I look ahead.

I go back to the toilets and give Ms Davis the medical note.

I walk through a few halls to get to class when I see the girl again. She is looking at her timetable then up at the room numbers. I take a deep breath.

"Need help?" I ask. She looks at me and gives me a suspicious look. "I don't bite." I say and give her my usual crooked smile.

"Where's room 203?" She asks. I smile.

"That's my class now too, I'll take you." I say. She slowly nods and I walk with her down the halls. "So, you must be new." I say as I slide my hands in my pockets.

"Yeah, arrived yesterday." She mumbles.

"Well, welcome." I say. She scoffs.

"Welcome to hell." She mumbles. I chuckle.

"Don't say that to anyone else here, but I would have to agree with you." I say. "I'm Harry, Harry Rivers." I say.

"Amy Hammond." She says.

"Well Amy, this is our stop." I say as we get to our class.

"Yay." She says sarcastically. I chuckle and after letting our teacher know who she is Amy sits one in front and one to the right of me.

During class she puts her hair back down and pulls it all to the right side. My attention seems to always drift to her. As she gets out a blue pen and scribbles notes I watch as her face slightly changes. Her light frown then smile. Her pale skin stretching to cover her prominent jaw. Her perfect rose coloured lips smoothing out as she smiles. She is mysterious, I like it.

Who are you Amy?